No Man Is An Island, Entire Of

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

Our Critical Day Is Not The Very Day Of Our Death; But The Whole Course Of Our Life.